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A Completely Normal Journey Through Kanto by DSWriting
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters SPECIAL | Pokemon Adventures, Furry (Fandom)
01 Feb 2026
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That's all I wanted before I was reincarnated. A completely normal journey fighting some Pokémon battles, sleeping under the stars, getting by on my merit as a trainer and the strength I help my Pokémon achieve. Maybe fight the local evil team along the way as my team and I grow stronger. Win a few tournaments, see the world, explore the vast stretches of wilderness untouched by people. Maybe I'd wait until technology advanced a bit more for that last part, but still that's what I imagined when I thought of a Pokémon journey.
That's not to say my current situation was bad, it was as far from bad as possible, but it was also far from normal too. This world is so perverted compared to the original, or my own for that matter, that it boggles the mind. If I could have a normal journey while still keeping my partner I would in a heart beat.
'No you wouldn't.' my Espeon, Eve, spoke up in my mind, 'Posture as much as you want, but you're just as perverted as the rest of us Master~'
"Well... you're not wrong. I guess we'll see what tomorrow brings when we officially start our journey." Eve booped my nose with her own before she laid back down beside my head. As long as we're together everything will be alright.
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So, while I was asleep, or dead one of the two, I had a dream. In that dream some guy gave me a character creator and said go crazy.
I don’t know who the fuck let’s someone make a new body for their new life while loopy as hell and not thinking right, but they’re a dick.
There was a small bit of recognition when I stared out across the dark room with innumerable old shells of bugs long dead. I even recognized the large eggs that were laying around amongst them even though I only ever saw one before. It didn’t help me much if I’m to be honest. It also doesn’t help that everything about my body feels wrong.
I found the closest and smallest place I could to hide away. The silence was deafening. The solitude was crushing. I hid in a crack in the wall that was barely big enough for my new horns to fit in.
I don’t know how long I was there, my mind was still reeling from everything that had happened.
Then I heard the call from the Pale Light and the cracking of chitin striking stone replaced the prior silence.